Dreamsinthedark3547

A young woman named Alice loved making art, and practiced drawing all day long to become the very best in all her town. But one day, she was completely stumped. She looked around her room, full of art pieces featuring mystical houses, sci-fi landscapes of a futuristic Lawrence , and a portrait of Johnny Depp that looked so real, you could start a conversation with it. But nothing inspired her. Had she really created everything there was to create? Depressed, she looked out her window, and made a wish on a nearby car for inspiration to return to her. The next morning, she sprung out of bed, and used her skill in drawing to create the most beau

“Where the fuck are you?!” I stand outside of the bar on my cell phone waiting for Ray to show up. “Dude, I’m at the end of the street, let me pull up..” “Fine, but hurry your ass up!” I hang up the phone oddly irritated. I don’t want to wait anymore, I want to drink and just get over Frank already. This is really just too much for me to deal with right now, I need an escape. Just as I’m about to walk into the bar Ray pulls up. Instead of waiting for Ray though, I walk in, exiting the stage of the darkness of outside. “Hey Gerard! Wait up!” By the time he says this,

I wander through the house, looking at all of the new furniture in my house. Who's stuff is it anyway? As I continuously wander, I notice a few things. A Guitar. A Piano. Misfits Posters. Must be a musical person. There is a shadow against the living room wall coming from the kitchen. I ignore it for now and continue to look around. I end up in a dark bedroom. It seems normal. A Bed. A Dresser. A Closet. A Table. Pictures. A Lamp. Nothing out of the ordinary; seems like a normal person. All of a sudden, though, the door opens wide, light flooding into the room. In the doorway is a younger looking man with black hair and tattoos coveri

Why am I running? What's the point in this?..Oh shit!.. Oh shit!... I collapse. All I can do is loudly gasp for air as I grab hold of my inhaler and bring it to my mouth. Sweet Jesus. Nirvana has come once again. Looking around, I am relieved nobody is around, I don't anybody worrying over me now. I'm fine. Just fine. Shutup, you're not fine at all. Pushing myself up onto my feet, I debate if I should look for Gerard, or go back to our apartment. I go with the latter. My emotions won't explode if I just go back to the apartment and fall asleep on the king sized bed. I turn west....I think, and walk down the streets that lead to my apart

This is my house. All of the walls are painted shades of red and blue, the flooring either hardwood or dark colored carpeting.  Paintings that me and my brother Mikey painted are hung on the walls around the purple-painted, two floor house. The furniture in the living room is Navy Blue and the walls are crimson, wide windows letting sunlight in from dawn until twilight. My kitchen counters were mostly marble with mahogany cabinets hanging over them, most of my dishes being the color red, just the way I like. My bedroom walls are burgundy and my bed is a king sized bed that has blue sheets on them. I love this house. So why is Mikey selling i